Joy to Ovum

Sprouts to seasons, heed these reasons, large to small, hear the call, chocolate to vanilla beans, deeply soiled to immaculate and green, standing in between, wise to naive or happy to believe, beautiful to mad or gloriously sad, we are all free towards unbound…soooooooo…i beg of you….

please do come down to paint the sounds and dance around with allies found.

For time is short, what gestures last? Your place. Your face. A heart of glass?

The beauty of these crystal days that synchronize our earthly plays, it is in the stars and in our veins, connected by some cosmic reins that pull hearts deeper to the truth and let us beat as one loves proof.